The farmer goes out with his seed

Which he buries gently underground

In a soil giving all its need

Way beyond where it can be found

Tomorrow when you pass by

May not notice the farmer’s effort

It is hidden to the naked eye

You may think that the seed is not

Days and weeks turn into months

A small shoot can finally be seen

Hardly different from the other plants

Could be the maize, pea or the bean

Months turn to years and into decade

Who cannot tell this is a mighty tree?

The difference now clearly distinguished

Does it not stand plain for all to see?

It’s been worth the effort and the long wait

For we can now rest under its shade

In its cool breeze we can also sit

Celebrate its beauty that will not fade